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Monthly Archives: August 2013

Shawn engaged me in a conversation via texting Saturday night. He proceeded to ask “What’s Up?” I replied “Working. You?”. I never received a response.

Later that night I had help break up a fist fight. The other bouncer I work with got there first and had engaged the aggressor. I provided perimeter security to ensure his safety. I did this by shoving the fuck out of people into MORE people. This guarantees that people will fall over and likely be delayed while trying to get back up. Now, I only did this to the group of people that this faahhhgggguuuuttt was trying to fight. They were cool. They didn’t want to cause any trouble. There were many of them and I was trying to reduce the risk of a beat-down.

I look back to the other bouncer and he is on his feet and leaning all of his bodyweight into the kids throat. Almost like he was doing a push-up on this losers trachea. I inform him that he needs to let go. We carry the guy out like the goon he is. I have his legs and Brad has upper arms. As we punch through the dense crowd people are being knocked over and around. Drinks are being spilled. I couldn’t be happier. Seeing these bar-rat assholes who would NEVER move out of your way, even when asked nicely, get knocked back by two grown men holding some asshole. Don’t get me completely wrong. There are people that will kindly move. It’s not often.

We get outside to the front entrance. The patron had regained consciousness and with both hands he is statically holding both middle fingers up. I want to inflict pain on him. Brad and I pause for a minute. Look at each other. Without words we simultaneously let go. He flops to the ground.

I storm back into the bar ready for more. I here a voice from the crowd say “YEAH AC CANECCHIO!”. My head snaps to the area where the sound came from. I stop walking. Make eye contact. I don’t know who it is. I raise my arm and give him a thumbs up and a head nod. I’m back in the bar.

This is the kinda shit my co-workers say on FB. They work at the bar as well.

Hit a heavy set of FYYYYYYYVE on deadlifts today. Felt real good and smooth off the floor. I did some weird head thing on the last rep for some reason. My front squats felt slow as shit. They don’t look too bad in the video. Most likely from fatigue post-deadlifting.

Here is the video.

This shit gets white lights at a Westside meet.

Don’t get me wrong. This guy can probably squat more than I ever will, raw. He should be embarrassed to say this is his squat. It’s a bad fucking joke. To make it worse it’s fucking celebrated afterwords. Shit like this disgusts me. It’s like falling 2 yards short of a touch-down and then getting up convinced that you scored.

Friday night at work was miserable. It was like a fucking high-school/college reunion. There were so many fahhhhhhgggauhhhhts out that night. People left and right kept saying “Yo AC WHATS UP!!!!!”. It was like I was in a god damn nightmare. All night I experienced the same scenario. The same conversation. Over. And Over.

My blood boils when people speak to me with a tone in their voice as if we are good friends. The bar closes. I have to stand at the door to make sure no one else comes in. This bar rat approaches the door. I reach my hand out to block the doorway. He attempts to walk through my arm. His attempt fails miserably. I look at him and say “We are closed”. He responds with “C’mon AC! You know me man! Let me back inside!” I feel toxic. I have to control myself from spilling my incredibly overflowing anger on him. The tone he said his reply in was that of a life-long friend. He is not my friend. He is a fucking dickless loser trying to gain sympathy from me. My nerves settle.

As I am mopping I shout “WELL I HOPE YOU LEAVE ENOUGH ROOM FOR MY FIST BECAUSE I’M GOING TO RAM IT INTO YOUR STOMACH AND BREAK YOUR GOD DAMN SPINE!”

Here is your weekly song. This one should be in your lifting playlist. I like A Day to Remember a lot. They aren’t too screamo. Similar to Slipknot (I’ll go fuck myself if that comparison is offensive) they have equal parts singing and screaming. Plus the constant heavy drums are fucking sweet. The chorus in this song gets me going.

Deadlifting has been going well. It has been on the rise. Pulling over 600 is going to occur a few times before the year is out. I am very excited. Squatting has been a little shifty here and there. I am maintaining it well, but as far as it feeling easy is another story.

8/9/13Bench: 345×5/330×5/315×5 Paused first and last rep for last set.Press: 225×2/235×2/245×2DB Incline Bench: 110×8/130×6/150×4 That was real hardDips: BWx10x3DB Curls: 60×10/50x10x2